HP When Harry is a Genius

After Christmas, the new semester started in an orderly manner.After the baptism of the wonderful holiday, the faces of the returning students began to appear happy and rosy.The legends about secret rooms and monsters seem to have been consciously forgotten by everyone.

On this day, Harry and Draco left their respective dormitories and reunited to practice in the Room of Requirement upstairs in the castle - dear Professor Snape had arranged a lot of extra families for Potter and Malfoy during the holidays Homework, Harry thought he wouldn't be able to do it all until sixth grade.

Suddenly Harry and the others heard an angry shout from upstairs.

"It's Filch," Harry whispered.They ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps, hiding in places where others could not see, listening carefully.

They stood motionless, leaning their heads in the direction of Filch's voice, which was almost hysterical.

"You're giving me trouble again! Mopping the floor all night as if my job wasn't enough! No, this is unbearable, I'm going to Dumbledore..." Filch The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and they heard the violent closing of the door in the distance.

Harry and Draco poked their heads around the corner and could see at a glance why Filch was yelling: a large pool of water had spread halfway down the corridor, and it seemed that the water was still flowing from the weeping peach gold. Oozing from under the crack of my mother's bathroom door.

Now that Filch had stopped yelling, they could hear Myrtle's cries echoing from the bathroom walls.

"Let's go and have a look," said Harry, and they lifted their robes up to their ankles and walked in through the surging water, ignoring the sign on the door saying "Out of order."

It was incredible that Moaning Myrtle cried louder and shriller than ever.

She seemed to be hiding in her usual toilet bowl.

The bathroom was dimly lit, for the gushing water had doused out the candles and dampened the walls and floor.

"What's the matter, Myrtle?" Draco asked.

"Who are you?" said Myrtle in a miserable gurgling voice, "trying to throw something at me again?"

Draco walked to her private room and said, "Why did I hit you with something?"

"Don't come!" shouted Myrtle, bursting out, and splashing a still bigger jet of water on the already soaked floor, "I'm staying here and thinking about myself Somebody thought it was funny to throw a book at me."

"Even if someone throws something at you, it won't hurt you." Draco said rationally, "I mean, the thing can go straight through you, can't it?"

Draco said the wrong thing.

Myrtle puffed up all of a sudden, and screamed, "Let's all hit Myrtle with books, because she can't feel it! If you hit her in the stomach with a book, ten points! If you hit her Head, fifty points! Very good, ha ha, ha ha! What a lovely game!"

"So who hit you with the book?" Harry asked softly.

"I don't know, I was sitting on the toilet seat, thinking about death, and the book just fell off my head."

Now that Myrtle saw the faces of the two boys clearly, she felt suddenly ashamed.She peeked at Harry and Draco, and said softly:

"Here, there it is, all soaked in water."

Harry and Draco looked under the sink in the direction Myrtle pointed, and saw a small, thin book lying on the floor.The tattered black cover, like everything in the bathroom, was completely soaked.

Harry stepped forward to pick it up, but Draco suddenly stretched out an arm and pulled him back.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Among the items confiscated by the Ministry of Magic in my house is a book that burns out the eyes of the reader. Anyone who reads the book "The Wizard's Sonnet" will spend his life talking only in doggerel .An old wizard in Bath had a book that you could never put down and buried your face in it wherever you went and had to learn to do everything with one hand. It's always good to be careful ’” Draco stared cautiously at the book in the sink.

"Hey, you guys are quite careful, but you don't care about this book being thrown at me." Myrtle cried again: "No one cares about Myrtle's pain except little Fenry. Hey, Little Fletcher was a real gentleman, but alas, good men are never rewarded."

"Finlaye?" Harry straightened up all of a sudden, "Justin Fenley seems to have found something to tell me. Did you tell him any information?"

He looked at the abandoned faucet in the bathroom calmly.

"Of course, only little Fenrye cared about how I died, so I told him." Myrtle suddenly changed her expression, and she said with a radiant face: "You also have to listen to me and Fenrye. Did you say anything?"

She said with relish: "I told Finlayley that I died in this toilet. At that time, Olive Hornbe laughed at me for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here. I locked the door , crying inside, when suddenly I heard someone come in. They were talking funny, I thought it must be in another language. But what annoyed me the most was that I heard a boy's voice. So I opened the door , yell at him to go away, go to her boys toilet, and then—” Myrtle puffed out her chest in self-importance, and said smugly, “I’m dead!”

"How did you die?" Draco asked curiously.

"I don't know." Myrtle said in a low voice mysteriously. "I just remember seeing a pair of terrifyingly large eyes. My whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away." She looked in a daze. Looking at Harry and Draco. "And then I came back. You know, I was all about trying to get Oliver back. Oh, how she regretted laughing at me for wearing glasses!"

"Then where did you see those eyes?" Draco asked again.

"It's almost there." Myrtle peeked at the beautiful platinum boy, and pointed shyly at the pool in front of her.

Draco carefully observed the pool: "Harry, do you think this is related to the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets?"

Myrtle screamed, "Don't you brag about my death? Little Fentry has been bragging about me for a while."

"Oh, that's amazing." Draco said perfunctorily.

Myrtle was very dissatisfied with Draco's perfunctory attitude, and she wept bitterly: "Sure enough, only Fenriely is a real gentleman. If he really died, I would like to let him live with me. toilet."

Draco twitched his lips and said, "When Fenriely wakes up, I will pass on your kindness to him."

Myrtle blushed, and she whispered affectionately and timidly like a mosquito: "I am willing to share with you too, dear Draco. And Harry, plus Justin, when the time comes All four of us love each other and live in this toilet."

Draco couldn't resist pulling out his ten-inch hawthorn wand!

Harry looked at Myrtle tenderly and affectionately: "Thank you, we are honored."

Myrtle looked at Harry moved, and then drifted away shyly covering her face.Draco stroked the goosebumps on his arms.

Harry was sure that what Myrtle saw was the basilisk, he had suspected that Myrtle, who was always crying in the bathroom, was killed by the basilisk when he came here wearing the invisibility cloak, and now he can be 100% sure confirmed.

Fortunately, Myrtle doesn't know the specific situation of the basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets, and the only information she can tell Justin Finch is "another language" and "scary big eyes".But it could also be the language of another country, and the eyes of any monster.

Harry turned his eyes to the book lying on the floor, damp and blurry.

Harry raised his wand and cast a Drying Charm on the book, then counter-cursed himself and Draco before picking it up from the floor.

Harry could tell at a glance that it was a diary, the faded date on the cover showing it was from 50 years ago.Hugh turned eagerly, and on the first page, could only make out one name written in blurry ink: Tom Riddle.

Harry realized right away that this was Voldemort's first Horcrux, and he felt very headache and depressed.He thought of Lakvenlaw's crown that had been hidden in the Response Room after he changed the password, and felt more and more depressed.

"Riddle? There is no such surname in the old wizarding family." Draco said disdainfully. He picked up the diary and looked at the back cover. It was printed with the name of a newspaper dealer in Vauxhall Road, London. "Buying the book from a Muggle place, it seems to be of Muggle origin or mixed blood."

Isn't the Duke of Darkness who flaunts pure blood the most, a half-breed who grew up in a Muggle orphanage?Harry sneered inwardly.

Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with flaunting pure blood, and he didn't think it was bad to be mixed blood or Muggle-born. He even sympathized with Voldemort's life in the Muggle orphanage, but he didn't dare to see people with his real identity when Voldemort changed his face. The practice is dismissive.

How can a person gain a foothold if he doesn't even dare to face his own origin?

Draco opened the inside of the diary again, each page was completely blank, without any trace of writing.

"Not a word," Draco said disappointedly. "Harry, though, the diary is making an odd appearance."

Harry already had a vague guess in his mind that there would never be many Parseltongues in this world, only the true descendants of Slytherin would. It was an accident to him, but there were definitely not so many accidents.

Perhaps, the manipulating the basilisk is Voldemort himself, or in other words, the soul in this diary.

Now, has this piece of soul been resurrected, otherwise how can it manipulate the basilisk?

Harry suddenly became restless and panicked.Thinking that several people in the school had already been attacked, he didn't know whether the prudence and self-defense he had been trying to pursue was wrong; whether he shouldn't wait until he was strong enough to go to Dumbledore's showdown; Tell Dumbledore everything to prevent possible dangers.

"Harry! Harry!" Harry came back to his senses, Draco was shaking his body nervously, "What's wrong with you, just now, it's just like when the first grade was in the Forbidden Forest. Harry, you Is there something that is inconvenient to say?" Draco asked hesitantly, his face was full of worry.

"Draco, do you think I should tell Dumbledore all these things?" Harry stared blankly at Draco.

Draco froze for a moment, and then he hugged Harry: "You do what you want. But before you do anything, you should give priority to your own safety and gains and losses."

Harry was silent and said nothing.

"This diary made Harry react so strongly, there must be something weird in it, maybe I should talk to Dad about it. I can't let Dumbledore get ahead of me!" Draco thought with his eyes narrowed.